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Do bhíos-sa lá maidne is mé ag taisteal cois Abhainn na Slaod, Fáinne do dhearcas ar iomaire lom gan féar, Thugas léim fé go hobann, is ní socair a bhíos im chéill, Nó gur thit sé as mo dhorn, is ba dhoilbhe an uain dhom é.
Ar bhruach na toinne is ea chuireas an fáinne amú, Ansúd is ea do dhearcas an ainnirbhean álainn fhionn, Bhí a grua mar an luisne is a gile mar bhláth na n-úll, ’S do mheall sí i ngrá mise, is níor lig sí mo shláinte liom.
Bhí lítis sna leacain ag caismirt trí lonradh caor, Is ba chaoile í ar a mala ná dais ag an údar léinn, Ba ghlaise í ar a dearcaibh ná seamair bhog drúcht den fhéar, ’S a béal tanaí meala nár cheapas nár chum riamh bréag.
Your quick-day morning I travel along River Slade, Ring for sees a ridge bare without grass, I did jump under sudden, is not calm lad effect, Or that he fell out of my fist, that would dhoilbhe the me turn it.
On the banks of the wave is imposed by the ring mislead, there known is to sees the ainnirbhean beautiful blonde, was a facet of the glow as bright as a flower of the apple, and attracted in love yours, is not she let my I health.
Litis in blush was a clash by shining berries, is most chaoile to bag her dais by the author or students, would be at dearcaibh greener than the grass clover dew moved, and a thin mouth honey not ever thought, not invented lie.
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